Candle flames dance to the music of
The Nutcracker
As I stare at the tree with its
Steady white backlight for
Antique Santas and
Glass bulbs
Colors slowly swirl
Like the spoon in my cocoa
I can sense the snow hesitating
Outside the window
And I think about how it
Came upon the midnight clear
Stars illuminating sheep-dotted hills
“O little town of Bethlehem, how still
We see thee lie”
Silent night
Holy night
And in the shadows
The violent birth of God
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